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Messages Left Behind
AffectionsWritten in bloodOr are these afflictions?It’s becoming hardTo tell the difference;To understand these emotionsBathed in scarletWishes kept secretInscribedIn the stoic, unbroken linesProbed by searching fingersDesperateTo understandThe cryptic messagesLeft behindBy a weary heart Photo credit; Avogado6 Continue reading
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Monday Morning Blues
Every Monday seems to be the same Endless copies of banal monotony That neither wind nor rain can change A day breathed in heavy sighs Dragging itself through the motions Even the sun Droops with a haggard indolence Sagging over the clouds— Grey with their own burdens Full of the Monday morning blues Ushering in Continue reading
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Uncanny — Weekend Writing Prompt #205
The fortuneteller’s booth was a necromancer’s lair; filled with bones, talismans, vials and mysterious trinkets. But most uncanny was his hesitant grimace. “Are you sure you want to know your future?” She nodded. What’s the worst that could happen? This was my first busy weekend in a while. I didn’t get to write as much Continue reading
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Where Happiness Is
Happiness seems a far way off, though it exists within. A pearl hidden in the framework of shifting bones, bouncing along every knob and groove to its own melodies of reverie. In and out of sight; elusive glimpses lost in the labyrinthine chasm where disappointments and failures intumesce. Trapping the mind into a helpless obsession Continue reading
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When Love Comes
When love comesIt isn’t with the arrivalOf skittish butterfliesTeeming in effervescent flight;But more than thatIt rests, sublimeIn the lingering, intense heatOf an intricate intaglioBranded upon your heartThat you never truly realizedWas there all along… Continue reading
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Daydream Drooling
An idyll flowersFrom the bud of a daydreamWhere oblivion awaitsBeyond the obsidian trenchesOf a deep lethargyFlushing out the fluorescent streamsOf office lights;Shrinking the hectic clatterOf trilling phones and clamoring voicesTo diminutive drips of soundLost in the rippling spreadOf a purple pastel escapeSlipping through the seamsOf imaginationTo collect in a poolTrickling from her open mouthAt her Continue reading
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Total Paranoia
Their eyes follow her;Parasites stuck to her backBoring beneath the dermisTo burrow themselvesWithin the gel-soft nucleusHolding together the photonsCentering her worldWhich spin and jerk;Helter-skelter off its axisEven after she’s long fled their sight Those eyesBulge from the shadowsBlinking from the wallsWith wispy lashes that droopOver their soulless yet intent gaze;So much scarierThan the disembodied voicesThat Continue reading
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Fences
Office desks neatly arrangedWith plastic dividers set betweenEstablishing a new formality;A new etiquette to observeSocial distancingMirroring the fences often builtTo protect property from idle trespassBut this demarcation goes beyondHealth guidelinesThese new borders have been madeTo keep me at arm’s lengthAway from thoseWith an apparent dislike for meThough I’m politeAnd greet othersWith a cordial smileWhile stumbling Continue reading
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Forage – Weekend Writing Prompt #204
In the spring of April On a Sunday afternoon Bathed in petrichor After the clouds had emptied themselves In the wordless language Of souls blooming In a timeless forage To find belonging The world seemed perfect Resplendently refreshed In the golden flush Of the sun after the rain And she soaked in the moment Reclined Continue reading
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All That’s Left
Sometimes it’s all too quickThe way life whirls in a blurA kaleidoscope spinning out of controlCarried on a cheetah’s backIn bursts of chaotic speedOnly winding downFor a gasp of calmRattled by frenetic galesShoving the world back into a frenzy;EarthquakesRiotsCarnageFrustration and griefRent the airShattering the sunIn splinters of redWe’ve had enough!We want it to end!When will Continue reading
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